the words should offer some kind of comfort, some kind of triumph that steve's admitting that he was right about something. but it leaves a foul taste in the back of his mouth, gaze not quite meeting his older brother's. instead he stares out the hospital window, lips pressed together tight, fingers twitching against the stiff blanket over his lap.   "i told you."   the words are scratchy, throat still sore from getting sick back at hill house. everything that had happened after he tried to set fire to the old place was still hazy, like a dream he was trying to remember, but he knew the important parts. he knew that he'd almost died, that they all had, and the only reason they were here at all was because of nellie. because she..   "nellie wouldn't do that to us,"   he mutters, gaze sliding to steve momentarily, before immediately going back to the window.   "it was that fucking house."   it had gotten a taste for the crains, starting with their mom all those years ago. and now it had claimed two more. would it come for them next?